Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.